Tatum didn't turn back to face her, arms still crossed, hands cupping her elbows. She stared straight ahead, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of any more reaction than that. "Yeah, I did," she snapped softly, swallowing hard. "As in shut up, fuck off, and stop being such a bitch to me. I didn't do anything wrong, so whatever you're pissed at Gray about or whatever it is you don't want to tell me about? Stop taking it out on me."

She regretted the words almost as soon as they were out of her mouth, and her stomach plummeted briefly, waiting for the backlash. She barely felt high anymore, and that was disappointing. This was really harshing on her buzz, and she just felt a little disoriented and annoyed.